[-431,203 HP]
Tharaxis's voice was clinical and analytical, but now carrying threads of something approaching reverence.
'The Herald's defensive capabilities have been neutralized. Its attempt to create distance has failed. The sheer weight of the impact has countered its attempt to generate lift. Every tactical option available to it has been systematically eliminated through superior calculation and execution.'
The black veins across Jack's skin pulsed brighter, more vibrant, burning with darker intensity as his body consumed something intangible from the moment.
His consciousness expanded, incorporating the Herald's terror as fuel, as sustenance, as validation of what he had become. The pain radiating from the Herald was intoxicating in ways that nothing else ever could be.
...
The Herald's attacks had failed to penetrate his defenses.
